My son Yang Jian has the qualities of an emperor

Yang Ling stood in the middle of the valley and looked around. He saw that this small world was full of spiritual energy, lush vegetation, and beautiful mountains and rivers, as if it was an unpolluted paradise. The air was filled with a faint spiritual energy, which made people feel the joy of body and mind every time they breathed.

Unfortunately, the trace of the ancient demon god had disappeared. Yang Ling had to carefully extend his divine consciousness and carefully perceive everything around him. His divine consciousness flowed like a trickle of water, exploring this unknown world without disturbing it.

The subtle divine consciousness quietly passed through the forest, swept across the mountains and rivers, and even explored the depths of the volcano, but did not find the figure of the demon god.

Yang Ling couldn't help but wonder, where did the demon god go? Has he left, or has he hidden his breath?

Just as Yang Ling was about to explore further, his divine consciousness suddenly touched a powerful power fluctuation.

His mind was focused, and he immediately focused his attention in the direction of the power fluctuation.

It was a wide plain. In the center of the plain was a huge stone platform, which was engraved with dense runes and emitted a faint light.

And around the stone platform, stood a burly man.

The man was two feet tall, with muscles like iron, dark brown skin, a golden war crown on his head, and a huge battle axe hanging from his waist. The whole man stood there like an unshakable mountain.

His aura was strong and domineering, and he was obviously a powerful being. Yang Ling could feel that the man's cultivation was at least at the level of Taiyi Jinxian, and might not be weaker than the Chanjiao Jinxian like Wenshu Taoist.

The man's eyes were like lightning, as if he was alert to all the movements around him, holding the battle axe in both hands, and looked ready to fight at any time.

Obviously, he was guarding the stone platform.

Yang Ling knew that if he appeared rashly, he would inevitably provoke the man's attack. If he disturbed the ancient demon god again, the situation would be unfavorable to him. He had to come up with a proper way to get close to the stone platform and see what was going on.

He retracted his mind, took a deep breath, and began to think about countermeasures. He needed to act cautiously and not let his whereabouts be exposed, otherwise all his efforts would be in vain.

Yang Ling's eyes were like torches. He knew that if he wanted to approach the stone platform quietly, he had to use some means.

He took out some materials for the formation, waved them lightly, and turned them into countless runes flying out of the air, covering the surroundings and hiding in the air.

These runes silently blended into the surrounding environment, and soon, an invisible psychedelic formation quietly took shape.

Yang Ling's figure flashed in the formation, turning into a phantom, and then separated an incarnation. This incarnation had a handsome face and wore a fiery red battle armor, just like the ancient demon god.

The incarnation slowly walked out of the psychedelic formation and walked towards the direction of the stone platform. His steps were steady and his momentum was majestic.

However, as soon as he approached the stone platform, the burly man suddenly raised his head, staring at Yang Ling's incarnation with lightning-like eyes, and shouted: "Who is it?!"

Yang Ling's incarnation did not panic, but just stood there quietly with a cold look. When the burly man saw the appearance of the incarnation clearly, his expression was suddenly shocked: "Bifang Demon God, didn't you just go in?"

It turned out that the ancient demon god was called Bifang.

Yang Ling's heart moved slightly, and he controlled the incarnation to respond coldly: "Do I need to report my whereabouts to you?"

The burly man immediately shook his head like a rattle when he heard it, and his face showed respect, but he quickly reacted and his eyes became sharp: "You...Bifang Demon God never calls himself this seat...you are a fake!"

The incarnation remained calm and still maintained an arrogant attitude, but Yang Ling knew that things could no longer proceed according to the original plan.

He had to take action immediately.

Yang Ling's heart tightened, and he immediately controlled his avatar to turn around and flee without stopping.

Seeing this, the burly man shouted angrily, and the sound echoed on the plain like thunder, shaking the air around him.

"Escape? Where to escape!"

After shouting, the burly man waved his battle axe without saying a word, turned into a golden light, and chased after him. His speed was so fast that he was like a wild beast that had broken free from its reins. Every step he took made the ground tremble and the grass and trees fall.

Under Yang Ling's control, the avatar flexibly shuttled through the forest, avoiding the pursuit of the avatar. However, although his movements were fast, the avatar's attack was more fierce. Every time the axe light passed by, the avatar felt the breath of death.

Dodging again and again, Yang Ling's avatar was almost dancing on the line of death, and every time was dangerous.

In the forest, the shadows of the trees were dancing. The avatar controlled by Yang Ling was very agile. He dodged and avoided the strong wind caused by the big man swinging his axe.

"Little thief, see where you can escape!"

The burly man's scolding sounded behind him, like an angry beast, but the avatar used the complex environment to keep a distance from the opponent.

Yang Ling knew that although the burly man was strong, he was not as fast as the avatar he controlled.

He used this advantage to the extreme. The avatar sometimes dodged left and right, and sometimes galloped like flying, leading the big man to run around.

The burly man became more and more angry, and swung his axe more fiercely. Every time he missed, his anger rose.

Under his axe, the mountains exploded and the dense forest collapsed. He was like a storm, destroying everything wherever he went.

But unknowingly, Yang Ling had controlled the avatar to lead the angry burly man into the psychedelic formation that had been arranged long ago.

When the big man stepped into the formation, all the surrounding scenes changed instantly. The originally clear forest became hazy, and the surrounding space seemed to be distorted. The rolling hills, the suddenly appearing lakes, the endless desert, and even the strange beasts in the illusion, everything seemed both real and illusory.

The burly big man couldn't tell the east, south, west and north for a while. He rushed around and tried to break the formation with brute force, but he was confused by the illusion every time, as if he was trapped in an endless maze.

He waved his battle axe and chopped through one illusion after another, but found that he could not find a way out.

The big man's anger gradually turned into anxiety. He kept trying to break out of the formation, but each time he failed.

Yang Ling was outside the psychedelic formation, sensing the big man's every move through his divine consciousness, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This psychedelic formation was a means he carefully prepared. Even if it was a strong man at the level of Taiyi Jinxian, if he didn't understand the formation, he wouldn't be able to get out of it within three to five days.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Ling quickly approached the stone platform, his eyes swept over the dense runes.

This stone platform is also an entrance, and the secret treasure of the demon clan may be hidden inside.

The burly man just said that the Bifang demon god has already entered, so if he enters now, he will definitely have an encounter with this demon god from the ancient demon court period.

Facing an ancient demon god of the Daluo Jinxian level, Yang Ling is not very sure, but he is not willing to give up.

Yang Ling took a deep breath, stretched out his palm and gently pressed it on the stone platform.

In an instant, the runes on the stone platform seemed to be activated, the light flowed, and gradually condensed into a dazzling light gate.

A trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, knowing that if he took this step, he might face unknown dangers, but he did not retreat, and stepped directly into the light gate.

The moment he passed through the light gate, Yang Ling felt a strong sense of distortion, as if the whole person was stretched and compressed, and then in the next moment, he appeared in a brand new space.

This is an underground magma sea, the fiery red magma is surging, emitting a scorching temperature, baking and distorting the surrounding air.

Yang Ling stood on a protruding black rock, in front of him was an underground magma sea, above the fiery red sea, a huge three-legged golden crow was soaring, its wingspan was a hundred feet, every swing brought rolling heat waves, making the whole space tremble.

This scene made Yang Ling feel indescribably familiar, he had seen the same scene in the Xianglengquan Secret Realm before.

This also shows that his judgment is not wrong, this is indeed one of the Nine Yangquan Secret Realms where the demon clan hides treasures.

This three-legged golden crow in front of him was obviously condensed by the true fire of the sun, and it took countless Yuanhui to form this power, waiting for the demon prince to come and absorb it.

However, Yang Ling found that the three-legged golden crow in front of him was bigger and more solid than the one he had seen in the Xianglengquan Secret Realm before.

The feathers of the three-legged crow were like flowing molten gold, each of which shone with dazzling light, and two balls of blazing flames burned in its eyes.

Obviously, this crow was much more powerful than the one he had seen before.

Yang Ling was slightly excited. If he could do the same thing and devour this three-legged crow again, his strength would be greatly increased again!

At this moment, the crow seemed to sense Yang Ling's breath, and its sharp eyes turned to Yang Ling, and it let out a deafening cry.

The sound pierced through gold and cracked rocks, and it was extremely high-pitched. It instantly penetrated the underground magma sea, shaking the air.

Then, the three-legged crow spread its wings and flew high, fanning a blazing rain of fire, and swayed towards Yang Ling...